[ what a weekend... zhongli looks up from his phone and the journal that he has, writing down the town hall most important notes so that they can have them handy. he has to make copies at some point with neverah.

his calm has returned, if pensive and well-deep, now, as opposed to a toss down the hall. ]

Elysia. [ clickies his motivational pen thoughtfully. ] It is. The messages that they're sending, when combined, are a bit foreboding... but that they're doing any of this, it means that they can be caught when they make a mistake.